Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Chapter 112 The Cursed

On the streets of Macurag, Zhou Yun walked back to Lucretius's house while thinking about what was happening in Nuseria.

Now things are starting to get back on track in Nutheria. The gladiators have successfully captured their first city, established their first stronghold, and acquired the supplies necessary for survival...

But that future, flowing with blood and fury, still exists, and fate continues to turn for the worse.

It was as if some invisible force was wrestling with Zhou Yun, forcing his fate to head towards the dark side.

Is it terrorism? Or...?

Zhou Yun thought of the shadow behind the golden throne, and the dark sun to which fate would ultimately lead.

The name "Dark Lord" flashed through Zhou Yun's mind for a moment.

That is the divinity that symbolizes end and destruction in the warp, destined to rise on the despair of humanity's destruction, born in the galaxy where everything is dust, just as Slaanesh was born in the Eldar's lust and ascended on the Eldar's destruction.

However, the future human race, which will rule the entire galaxy, will be far more powerful than the already weakened Eldar empire, and the human race's despair will be far greater than the Eldar's lust, and the Dark Lord will be far more terrifying than Slaanesh.

Humans or Eldar who foresaw the moment of that divine birth murmured in fear that the Dark Lord would be Horus.

Only Azak Ahriman, the chief strategist of the Thousand Sons, who would later create the Scarlet Letter spell and destroy an army, saw the most ironic truth:

The Lord of Darkness was always the emperor of mankind.

If the Emperor were to abandon everything, conform to the language of end and death, and ascend to godhood with revenge and despair as sacrifices, then he would become the Dark Lord aboard the Soul of Vengeance, destroying Horus, destroying the gods, and destroying humanity.

But the Emperor ultimately did not accept this fate; his self-sacrifice prevented the Dark Lord from being born at the final moment of the Horus Rebellion.

But not being born does not mean it does not exist, much less that it has no power.

The subspace entity that lurks on Cicero, formed from misfortune, can influence Cicero's actions even before it is born.

How could the Lord of Darkness not be able to influence His fate before His birth?

Zhou Yun dared not think any further, lest he, like Cicero, be influenced by the unborn Dark Lord.

After all, even the Emperor, after embarking on the path of Vengeance, involuntarily began to draw energy from the warp to ascend. If it weren't for the appearance of Olperzon, the Dark Lord would have already been born.

Zhou Yun forcibly shifted his thinking to more specific and realistic issues, temporarily suppressing his thoughts about the Dark King in his mind using telepathic spiritual energy.

To change the fate of Angron, we must place our hopes on the Pharos Lighthouse, which means finding the Black Stone Obelisk.

But the location of the obelisk... is not known to either Connor or the Slaanesh cultists.

All that's left is the Broken Lighthouse Temple and...

In the cult members' memories, Zhou Yun confirmed one thing.

The high priests of the Temple of Simeneta never yielded to Slaanesh; they maintained their faith in Simeneta and preserved the location of its remains.

Perhaps we can get some clues from him.

As he pondered this, Zhou Yun took out the key to Lucretius's house from his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole, and pushed the door open.

The antique brass lamp in the room emitted a bright, warm light, which, along with the slightly warm air, fell on Zhou Yun's face, dispelling the chill of the Macurag night.

Luke sat at a small table under an antique lamp, sipping a glass of mulled wine while looking at a rubbing of a cuneiform tablet.

When he saw Zhou Yun return, he raised his glass of red wine to greet her.

At the same time, footsteps sounded in the kitchen, and Tita's head popped out.

"Uncle, you're back!"

"Wait a moment, I'm cooking!"

After saying that, Tita turned her head back into the kitchen.

Zhou Yun sat down opposite Lucretius.

Lucretius picked up the mulled wine jug filled with spices and poured Zhou Yun a cup of mulled wine as well.

"You've been very busy these past few days. The city guards were mobilized tonight, and they raided your usual bathhouse."

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"They found many instruments of torture, tortured slaves and children inside, and even a woman's corpse that had been roasted."

Lucretius put down the rubbing in his hand and looked at Zhou Yun, saying, "It is said that it was done by a group of cultists hidden among the Macraglian nobles, and a kind-hearted Macraglian citizen who wishes to remain anonymous provided important assistance."

"It's me," Zhou Yun said, taking a sip of mulled wine.

"...Did you really do this? Are you crazy?" Lucretius leaned forward abruptly, his voice dropping to a low hue.

Zhou Yun was baffled and didn't understand why Lucretius reacted this way.

The old man glanced warily at the kitchen.

"If Tita finds out you've put yourself in such danger..."

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Lucretius said with a hint of fear, "To protect you, Tita will kill you."

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"..." Zhou Yun looked puzzled.

What exactly did Tita say to Lucretius during the days he was away?

Look how frightened this old man is.

"In short, we have to keep it from Tita, and make sure she doesn't find out," Lucretius said with a serious expression.

Zhou Yun nodded. He hadn't planned to tell Tita anyway, so as not to worry her unnecessarily.

"What about your end?" Zhou Yun asked, leaning back in his chair.

He had guessed beforehand that Lucretius's trip to the Catholic church for the meeting was probably to communicate with those high priests.

"It's a bit of a political issue between some old men. It's a pity you and Connor fell out, otherwise I could have helped those old folks with your connections..."

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"Connor and I haven't fallen out," Zhou Yun said, putting down his wine glass.

"...Huh? That? Oh!" Lucretius slapped his forehead, a look of sudden realization on his face. "So that's how it is."

"Then I really have to tell you something. The high priests have been quite troubled lately. A voice has suddenly emerged in the Senate, hoping to strip the temple of its function as a bank."

To strip the temple of its banking functions?

This left Zhou Yun somewhat puzzled.

Is it really such a practical issue? He had thought that when the high priests gathered together, they would discuss more metaphysical questions, things related to the warp...

Tsk... Zhou Yun vaguely sensed that something was amiss.

"Wait a minute." Zhou Yun gestured for Lucretius to be quiet.

Then, to Lucretius's slightly bewildered gaze, Zhou Yun took out his Imperial Tarot deck from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"Tarot cards? You still believe in this kind of street superstition?" Lucretius gave Zhou Yun a strange look.

These words left Zhou Yun speechless.

What street superstition!

Do you even know what Emperor Tarot is, or what the most reliable way to draw lots in the entire galaxy is?

Zhou Yun wondered in his heart if there was a conspiracy behind stripping the temple of its banking functions, and then drew four cards.

A maze symbolizes complexity and getting lost.

The clown symbolizes conspiracy and trickery.

Demons symbolize malice from the warp.

The reversed crow king symbolizes evil lurking in the shadows.

Taken together, it suggests that some kind of lurking subspace malice is carrying out a secret and complex scheme by stripping the temple of its banking functions.

But what exactly is this trick?

Zhou Yun connected this to the information he had obtained from the memories of the cult members.

"Will this threaten the high priests' positions? Could it lead to a change in the high priests?"

Upon hearing this, Lucretius scratched his head, thought for a moment, and said, "Yes, this is a matter of life and death for the high priests."

"If the Senate passes this decree, whether they cooperate or resist, they will lose their position as high priests."

"If they cooperate, it would be a major mistake for the temple to lose its banking function. How angry would the financial backers of the temple be?"

How worried would the temple devotees with their savings in banks be? They would certainly resign.

"If they resist... will they go to war with Macragge? They'd be asking for the War King's laser gun. The end result will inevitably be the governor removing their high priest with an iron fist, and then choosing from among the priests who are willing to cooperate."

"If you have the chance, please put in a good word for me with Lord Connor."

"Tsk..." Zhou Yun roughly understood what was going on.

That's really sneaky. Such an important matter, and Libo didn't even have a thought in his mind.

From this perspective, the cultists under Libo's command were nothing more than dirty hands, and had long been isolated by the person behind the scenes.

They were responsible for doing some dirty work, seemingly pushing the plan forward in secret, but in reality, they were the ones being targeted.

The person behind the scenes was pushing forward the plan in the Senate, seemingly aiming to seize the banking functions of the temple, but their real goal was to obtain the position of high priest of the Church of Simeneta.

No wonder, given Connor and Guilliman's personalities and abilities, even without Zhou Yun, they wouldn't have let those cultists go unpunished; they would have definitely taken them down.

In reality, it wasn't Ribo and his group who carried out that corrupting ritual, but rather the people behind the scenes.

If Zhou Yun hadn't been on guard, and if he hadn't possessed the Emperor Tarot, a precognitive tool not belonging to this era, he might have actually escaped.

"Oh, right, besides this, there's something else I need your help with."

Lucretius tapped the table, drawing Zhou Yun's attention back. "There's an old fellow looking for a wizard."

"The High Priest of the Broken Lighthouse Temple?" Zhou Yun asked, raising an eyebrow. He knew the Broken Lighthouse Temple was looking for him, and he had already planned to meet the High Priest—of course, he would be taking Robert Guilliman, who had activated his Psychology Invisibility, with him.

"Yes, but it wasn't just Imhotep. Severanakaraganon was also involved... and there was also a high priest I wasn't too familiar with, the high priest of the Temple of Simeneta, Tatius, who was also looking for someone."

The high priest of the Temple of Simeneta, Tatius, is also looking for someone.

Zhou Yun was stunned for a moment.

"I'm not sure if they're looking for the same person."

Lucretius continued, "Tartius said that this is the will of Simeneta himself, that Simeneta wants to find that person, but only knows one of that person's titles."

"Title?" Zhou Yun's brows furrowed even more deeply.

For some reason, the powerful faith within Zhou Yun, originating from the crow of Slaanesh's domain, was trembling slightly.

"Yes, it's a rather strange title," Lu Jinglai Xiu said, taking another sip of red wine.

Suddenly, a commotion arose in the darkness outside the window. City guards ran past the mansion, their footsteps disordered and sharp, causing Lu Jinglai Xiu's gaze to shift slightly.

"What is that title, Shi Guang?" Zhou Yun's gaze was fixed on Lu Jinglai Xiu.

Looking into Zhou Yun's eyes, Lu Donglai instinctively opened her mouth and uttered the title "Tita." A voice rang out from the kitchen as she carried out a steaming dinner. The aroma of the hot soup made with cherry tomatoes and beef filled the air. The deep darkness outside the room was shattered by the noisy footsteps of the city guards; the entire city was enveloped in clamor...

But in Zhou Yun's mind, only the word Lu Jinglaixiu uttered remained: "The Cursed."

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